“A birthday concert would be lit as fuck, Sof. We absolutely have to do it. Bring us back to the partying days. I haven’t done much of that lately,” he admitted. Things hadn’t been normal in a long time – not since Paityn disappeared, and Luca wasn’t sure he’d ever get that life back.
“Yeah, she was just grazed. I saw her earlier… she’s okay. Javi took care of her, and I’m sure she’s giving the nurses hell, demanding quality care. You know Nat.”
Luca knew that he’d be just as angry if Sofia had been the one that was hurt.
“We’ll find out who did this. I don’t want you to worry. You focus on planning our fucking insane birthday party. Nat and I will be fine.”
“I’ll even get us a weekend in Turks.” Sofia smiled before sitting down in the chair beside her twin. She didn’t know what she’d do if it was a worse situation than whatever right now was. In a moment like this she contemplated going to some beach at whatever coast, and yell at whatever it was that made her life so messy like right now.
“If you two weren’t alright I’d have killed you both myself.”
Natalia didn’t need to go into detail with Sofia about the casual nature of Nat’s sex life with her twin brother, but any news that made her sister-in-law upset would always turn a smile on her best friend’s face. “I mean, I feel kinda bad about it all, but also not really.” Nat shrugged.
“Don’t worry, though,” she added. “I won’t try and sleep with your other brothers now that Luca’s off that market.”
“I’m grossed out and delighted at the same time.” Sofia giggled and placed the pin somewhere that it wouldn’t poke her, and going behind the desk behind her, looking for the bag she saved for Nat. In the bag was the most beautiful dress she had ever made. Even with it in the bag, you could see a soft pool of shades of pinks and reds, like lace, chiffon, and tulle swirl of Rosè and red wines, all fitting the olive skin tone of her best friend. “I always thought it would be the three of us against the world, y’know?” In a way, if Nat and Luca were together, she’d get over it faster than many things, for she would be her sister now, unlike...Paityn. “Anyways, I planned on giving this to you on your birthday, but I couldn't wait.”
“You want gossip?” Nat asked with an eyebrow raised. “Well, I’ve got something up my sleeve you might be into. Paityn texted me the other night. Asked if I was in love with your brother.” Nat scoffed. As if Nat would open her heart like that to anyone who didn’t want her. “I may or may not have told her that I was Luca’s first…”
The pin on her lip as she pondered where to put it on next was almost instantly back in her hand as she heard what happened, her blue eyes opened further at Nat, shock clearly visible on her face. “No....” The vomit was threatening to come because, Luca and Nat? Jesus. But then again, Paityn must have went up in flames. ”I mean, you and Luca... gross, but...” Sof shook her head a bit, her lips held a devilishly smile. “Damn me if I am not pleased by making her head explode.”
“If you’re going to kiss me, at least let me take a pic for my instagram,” Natalia joked, sitting down across from Sofia. With everything going on in the city, Nat needed to ensure she kept a close eye on her friends. “Are you feeling better?” she asked, grateful her sickness spared her from the catastrophe of a festival.
“Your six million something followers would have a field day.” Sofia giggled as she pinned the straps of the dress in ruffles, giving the modest silhouette something unique. “I’m alright besides the obvious caffeine high I am on.” She winked at her friend, before placing a belt from a similar fabric on the waist of the dress. “So tell me something interesting! I am in need of some juicy gossip!”
“You think Leon’ll let whoever did this run free? No way,” Luca said, pretty confident that Leon would find some way to get revenge. Accident or not, going after a Costello was pretty ballsy. “Hey, you can still see Kanye. I’ll invite myself. Shot or not, I bet that concert’s fuckin’ fun.” Luca said, reminiscing on his bachelor era days – he was fucking insane, partying for days on end, without a care in the world. Life was different now that he was married, but he didn’t regret a single thing. He liked domesticity.
“Dad’s probably pissed… but he’ll get over it. Not like I got shot on purpose. And I had security on me. I didn’t even see who fuckin’ did it, anyway. I’m glad no one else was hurt. I’m glad you stayed home. How’re you feelin’?”
“I can gift us a birthday concert.” Sof shrugged, wouldn't be the first time that they had famous singers come to their birthday party, even if not just to sing, but being actual friends with them. “It will be epic, like any party we host.” She winked at her twin, remembering all the insane stuff they both pulled, birthdays or not. Even though she truly cared about her studies in college, she still enjoyed the parties Luca used to pull, it was hardcore.
She didn’t know if he knew, but Natalia was not only her friend, she was Luca’s too. “Nat got hurt, Luca.” He knew she meant another person related to Costello meant this wasn’t just a random oopsy shooting. “I’m okay, but some of the most important people in my life got hurt, and the rage monster is about to open it’s cage.”
“I come bringing gifts of coffee,” Natalia announced as she entered the room. “Yes, I know, even injured, I’m the best.” She smiled and greeted her guest, placing the cup in front of them.
“You are the best” Sofia needed coffee more than anything right about now. She spent the majority of the night, trying to finish the gown she was working on for some event, and the only thing keeping her alive was coffee. “I could seriously kiss you right about now.” her lack of sleep was showing.
“Thank you,” Luca said, hoping this was the last time that he and Sofia would discuss her security. As long as she listened and stayed safe, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Sofia was confused, and rightfully so. There had been a lot of people at Spring Fest, a lot of bodies and faces that he didn’t recognize. Ultimately, he had no fucking idea who shot him. Luca didn’t have any answers for her.
“I don’t know, Sof,” he said, sighing as he stared up at the ceiling. This wasn’t making a lot of sense, and there were still a lot of gaps in information. Leon was investigating, of course, but there was a lot that didn’t add up. “Someone got arrested. Shit went down. I don’t know the specifics yet, but I know Leon’s gonna look into it,” he told Sofia, hoping he could find a way to reassure her somehow. This was scary and confusing, for everyone, and Luca wasn’t sure he was fully equipped for the life that he was supposed to live now.
“How’re you feeling? I bet you’re glad you stayed home sick instead of going. Being shot fucking blows.”
“This situation is just...” Sofia tried to find the words, because Leon was is the weirdest setting of mind for months. First, he separated from Violet, then he just seemed, weird. Like, not really with us? “Unknown.” It was true. Because people feared the Costellos, well, aside the Sinclairs, but that’s a different story. These latest acts of taunting, meant something bad, not to mention the pain these hits took on her family... And Paityn. “I hope that whoever hurt you, gets what they fucking deserve.” Brutal, gruesome images in her head, of what she would have done to whoever it was.
Sofia sniffed a bit, the spray she took the morning starting to wear off. “You don’t even know how I hoped to see Kanye perform this year... I’m glad he didn’t go on stage without me anyways.” Sof tried lightening up the conversation, after all, this time of year was supposed to be fun. “I wonder what dad would think about everything.”
this playlist represents the ideal of Sofia, how i imagine the world sounds when she speaks, walks, dances, feels, loves. enjoy :)
Theme notes - Tchaikovsky Valse sentimentale
The harmony of the strings, the pianissimo, and the bass and contrabass, is gentle, almost like a hand, floating just above the skin of one’s cheek, almost touching it. Like Sofia herself. Very gentle, very precise, every little note- calculated. but the notes, drive deep down, cheerfully, into anyone’s soul she encounters. I believe this piece represents her view on the world, very optimistic, at least trying to be. that even if it starts melancholic a bit, she manages to make the most of it in a touching way.
Prague Cello Quartet - Phantom Of the Opera
the phantom of the opera IS here, inside her head. Whenever she is struck by inspiration, this is how i imagine her head, filled with a storm inside, perfectly captured by the Prague cello quartet.
Once Upon a December
this one is special. I keep in mind that she and @lucacostello come always hand in hand, made of the same marble, both of the same blood, almost died together, fought to live together. so in an inexplicable way, this reminds me of their beginning.
Dua Lipa - Physical
I think that when Sofia loves someone, it will be physical-thus this song completely describes it.
Charlie Puth - Warned myself
I also believe that Sofia is like the person this song is about.
Brahms - Hungarian Dance no.5
The Hungarian Dance No. 5 transforms the intimate drama of the Gypsy band into a big orchestral party – with wild string melodies and brassy foot-stomping rhythms.
which is what i think sofia would do, given a bore of a situation.
Bizet - Carmen Suite no.2 Habanera or x(with actual singing lmao)
L'amour est enfant de bohème,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi ! (Prends garde à toi !)
Si tu ne m'aimes pas,
Prends garde à toi !
Love is a bohemian child,
It has never, never known the law,
If you don't love me, I love you,
If I love you, be on your guard! (Be on your guard!)
If you don't love me,
You best beware!
i think its pretty much self explanatory, but either way, her love, like her family name, knows no laws. and i think, in a way, that if someone doesn’t like her, they best beware.
dua lipa ariana grande soja cat remix break my heart
really cool bop, something she would dance to with @nataliacardoza in a club, wasted off her ass.
Oh, how Natalia adored Sofia Costello. Despite the many years the two spent in their long-distance friendship, their bond was undeniable. Sofi understood Nat in ways she never thought possible. Her loyalty to her family was one thing, but Nat would die for her best friend. Mob shit aside. Sofia was her sister.
With everything that transpired since her permanent move to Chicago, the women haven’t had much opportunity to just be. They were either comforting Luca over his wife’s disappearance or worried about what would come next. Even now, Nat sat with stitches in her arm while Sofia’s twin brother recovered from surgery. Life was a mess, but Nat would be damned if she let that ruin some fun with her friend.
The cafe they were at was cute; an aesthetically pleasing distraction. “Oh, my god. I can’t wait,” Natalia cheered, hearing little details about what the designer had in store. “I’m so lucky to be blessed with such a talented friend.”
“Oh stop it, Nat...” Sofia did a small dismissing movement with her hand, a smile across her lips, the delicate thin bands of gold jingling ever so softly. “---I’m blushing.” She loved hearing that people recognized her unique way with art, whether it was color matching or her way with needle and thread. It assured her that she had something special for herself. A soft ding letting her know a package was picked by her assistant, Sofia smiled, knowing she was now without a thing to do until the sun rises tomorrow.
“So,” the brunette propped her elbows on the table, leaning her head upon her interlaced fingers. “Has anything fun happened in the time I didn’t see you?” Sofia raised her eyebrow, a smirk mischievously placed upon her face. “I want all the details. Please, and thank you.”
“Can we please talk about your new line?” Natalia questioned. “I don’t even know if there is a new line, I just need to talk about something other than death for a second.” She sighed, taking a sip of her iced coffee, pretending as if the pain in her bicep was non-existent. Nat wanted girl time with her best friend. Too much tragedy has surrounded their lives. Ever since the wedding, it’s been nightmare after nightmare. For everyone.
“I have people commenting on my Insta everyday begging for new Sofia Costello Originals to be featured,” she teased. Life was so heavy. Was it too much to ask for a little bit of a break from it all?
Sof was still pissed about this entire situation, more so, the lack of control over this situation. Who dared to even think of something like harming the most powerful family, twice now. The stable ground beneath her feet was shaking and it wasn’t something she would allow. And having her best friend in front of her eyes melted the knots in her heart. “There is a new line...” She started, but then taking a sip of her own drink she turned her brow up, and then smiled mischievously. “But what surprise would it be if I babble about it before launching?” A soft shrug and a giggle. Sofia planned on giving Nat a dress from her collection for her birthday, but she still wanted it to be special, a different and exclusive shade, a better shape that would fit her friend better than the usual sizing, lacing some Swarovski to make sure she shined.
“I can say, that there would be something special just for you.” Her delicate fingers grabbed a piece of the chocolate muffin in front of her, and putting it in her mouth, enjoying the warm baked good. “Your followers will go crazy with how hot you’re gonna look in it.”
It was no secret that Sofia and Luca were closer than the rest of their siblings. It wasn’t that Luca loved Sofia any more than Mia, Ezra, or Leon – it’s just that she’d been there from the very beginning. They’d almost died together, grieved for a mother that they never knew. They’d been at each other’s side from the minute they were born. Luca knew that, if the roles were reversed, he’d be going insane with worry for her.
“Jesus, Sof,” Luca managed hoarsely. He rolled his eyes playfully, reaching for the cup of water by the bed. He took a sip, before grabbing hold of Sofia’s forearm. He squeezed reassuringly. “I’m fine. I’ll be out of here in no time. No need to violently murder me.” A pause. Luca’s expression softened. He removed his hand. “I’m really fucking glad you didn’t go.”
This could’ve been a lot worse. And maybe it wasn’t the time to reiterate the importance of a bodyguard, but Luca wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the feeling of utter terror at the sight of that much blood pooling out of his body. Thinking about it made his pulse race. He exhaled shakily.
“This is what happened when I had a bodyguard around. Could you imagine if I didn’t?” Luca wasn’t trying to upset Sofia – wasn’t trying to start a fight, or scare her into anything. He just wanted her to understand. “You gotta promise you won’t ditch security. Live your life, have fun, but don’t ditch security.”
Sofia gave him a small smile, still not believing he was fine, but giving him the benefit of the doubt. She guessed, in a way, that she was glad she didn’t go this year. Because if she would have seen it, the shooter would be in her hands by now, begging death. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for Luca, she’d take a bullet for him and she knew he would for her. It was something in their twin bond, something unexplainable. Something pure.
“Fine, I got it.”
Sof was more scared of losing her best friend, than anything else in the world. From now on, she wouldn’t bitch about her stupid privacy, or whatever. This... This scared her. She didn’t know what she would do if the situation was reversed. It probably would have ended badly. Figuring she wouldn’t have taken anyone with her. Damn it.
“Luca, what the fuck is going on.” She was tired. Just tired. Sofia wasn’t built for this extra topping of maraschino mercenary cherries on top. The constant looking over the shoulder, the shootings, the inlaw kidnapping. Something was wrong. The ground was shaking under their feet and they didn’t know who or what was going on. “Who even dares to shoot a Costello?”
Luca had been in the hospital for a little over twelve hours now. The doctors were able to remove the bullet and its fragments relatively easy. He’d had been asleep for the last few hours, groggy from the medication. Leon and Violet had been the first people that went to see him, but they’d given him space to rest. Luca had asked them to get in touch with Sofia, let her know what was going on, and that he was fine.
Now, just moments after waking up, Luca heard the door. It was Sofia. He wasn’t sure how she’d take it.
“Hey, Sof, don’t freak out. I’m okay. Just got shot – a little.”
@scfiacostello
Sofia already had her fill of great annoyance 48 hours ago, when she woke up with her stomach, upset, and her head, hurting, and the tiny bit of fever. She loved the spring festival and missing it-until this year, was a thing that didn’t exist. But she was in no shape to go there. Besides, then came the texts on the day of the festival. Sofia asked kindly of her family and friends not to rub it in and tag or text her from the event, and they all agreed, sending her soup in the morning and promising they’d come the night, to check in on her.
But then Sofia got a text from Leon, and suddenly all trace of her mild illness went straight back to hell which it came from. Apparently, her sickness saved her. But their connection caused her to feel just as much pain if not more. fearing for her brother’s life. The text just said, Luca is in the hospital, shots were fired. Or something like that. But Sof was too busy putting on a hair tie and taking two pills of ibuprofen and fly to the hospital, to notice the exact words.
She yelled at the intern doctor that stood before her Luca’s room, that she had to see her twin brother. Sofia didn’t care that now was not the visiting hours, but in all truth? Nothing mattered, and she’d kill everyone in this department if they stood in her way. The poor doctor, terrified, opened his room and she stepped in, practically running to her brother’s side. “If you died,” She pointed her finger at him, anger swirling in her eyes. “-I would have brought you back to life and killed you myself.” No one was more terrified than her to lose him. Not to mention they just had a talk about it. “It would be a very violent death.”
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
Luca didn’t want to be too harsh on Sofia. He didn’t want to police her life – didn’t want to make her feel watched all the time. But it was necessary. At least for now. Luca loved all of his siblings, equally, but there was obviously a stronger connection between him and Sofia. They’d been born together – they’d almost died together.
“I don’t want you to be scared for the rest of your life, Sof, but I want you to be alive. Whoever took Paityn–”
It was a difficult thought to process. He cleared his throat.
“Look, whoever that was – they’re going to be back, and they’re going to do something worse. And I don’t want you to get hurt. You can still have privacy and have your security. I’ll talk to Leon. Make it so the security guards don’t say anything about what you do on your personal time.”
Luca must’ve sounded frantic – frustrated. And he was. His guard was up, afraid that everyone around him was at risk. That had always been their lives, but now it all felt real.
“You’re my best friend, Sof. I cannot lose you.”
And to hear her brother say that he can’t lose her, it amplified how much shit they were in, how serious it was. Sure, Sofia knew it was serious, she knew it wasn’t a joke, but she didn’t want to think about it, because these last months had been about trying to find Paityn, about making sure her brother didn’t do anything stupid, but Sofia didn’t have the will or the want to step in the spiral of thoughts as to what the fuck is going to happen next. And that just pulled her in. Her lips pursed, slightly to the side, trying to hold back her screams and her tears, because as childish as it sounds, it wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. You don’t get to choose who your lineage is. You don’t get to choose your enemies, you don’t have a say in nothing. “But what if whoever I might meet is dangerous?” Shakily she asked him, and it was a very valid question, because Sofia might be wise, but bodyguards knew better. “What if someone I meet, is a complete maniac, and I don’t notice it, and because I told the guards not to tell Leon, and then it’ll be me.”
“It felt like that, too,” Joaquín admitted a little too harshly. Jenna had a dull personality, it seemed, and he had no interest in listening to any more of her homecoming stories. She was nearly thirty, and she was still reminiscing about her high school days.
“I’m sure you know me, so I won’t bother with introductions.”
Joaquín wasn’t rude. He extended his own arm, shaking her hand. Sofia Costello – mob princess. Collateral. Potentially useful for Joaquín.
“Do you always assume people will know who you are?” Joaquín wondered, amused by her confidence. “What if what I know about you isn’t all that accurate?”
“I’m Joaquín.”
A playful smirk was evident upon her lips, as they shook hands, shrugging ever so slightly as what he said, she did, indeed assume such, as most people did know exactly who Sofia Costello is. “Well, Joaquín, why don’t you amuse me?” Sofia proposed, almost tauntingly, as if they were in some sort of competition over something she wasn’t very much sure of, exactly. “Tell me what it is you know,” She then got slightly closer, her glass of whatever liquor goodness pointing slightly to him, her eyebrow perfectly arched and perked upwards, she was playing with fire, she really liked playing with fire. “And I’ll tell you if it’s true or not.”
